Back at the hill, the men were beginning to feel lethargic. There wasn't much they could do other than hide out from the Flori and stay away from the cave. With Evanna gone, they would all hear the whispers every few minutes, the man's voice grated at them. If they slept, their dreams took on a bizarre turn; either they were nightmares, or their memories would resurface in a disfigured way, ending with the voice trying to lure them into the cave.
The three of them sat apart; Axel rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced between the other two. Their postures were stiff, and they refused to talk to each other, like a pair of children fighting over a toy. He couldn't understand the dilemma; he interrupted the near fist fight earlier and clipped them both behind the ears before yelling at them.
